Cooler Full of Good Times (Explicit)

90s country Hip hop vibe, banjos, fiddles, and harmonica, Male singer, female vocals

[Chorus]
It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas after dark,
Cold beer, wild girls and a bonfire throwing sparks.
Dancing on the dock, everybody losing track,
Somebody's kissing somebody underneath a cowboy hat.
Yeah, we're raising Cain till the daylight comes,
Laughing too loud and beating on the drums.
When that Kansas moon gets high enough,
You know this lake party's about to get rough.

[Verse 2]
Two wild Latina twins Australian kissing by the boat,
Everybody hollering while they're floating in the cove.
Somebody lost a shirt, somebody lost a shoe,
Nobody knows exactly what the hell they threw.
Venison backstrap sizzling on the grill,
Cold ones in our hands and the speakers turned up still.
A girl jumps off the dock screaming, "Come on!"
And half the crowd follows before the song is gone.

[Verse 3]
Topless silhouettes dancing behind the firelight,
Laughing like the whole damn lake belongs to us tonight.
Somebody's skinny-dipping underneath the stars,
Somebody's making out against the side of a car.
There's a boot on the roof and a cooler in the sand,
A drunk cowboy trying to play guitar with one hand.
Paycheck Friday rolling through the speakers loud,
Kansas gone wild and we're losing the crowd.

[Bridge]
Then she takes my hand with that look in her eyes,
Says, "Let's disappear where the moonlight hides."
We slip through the trees while the bonfire burns,
Leaving all that crazy behind as the night takes its turn.
A little hush-hush romance, just me and her,
While the party keeps raging somewhere beyond the dirt.

[Final Chorus]
It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas after dark,
Cold beer, wild nights and a bonfire throwing sparks.
Backstrap on the grill, stars hanging bright,
Revelation on the radio all through the night.
Tomorrow we'll wake up wondering what we did,
Laughing at the stories nobody's gonna admit.
Raise one to Kansas, raise one to the sky—
A cooler full of good times before the summer passes by.

[Outro]
Sun comes creeping over that Kansas lake,
Empty cans, muddy boots and a hell of a headache.
She smiles beside me like nothing went wrong,
And somebody's still singing Paycheck's old song.
Yeah, we might've gone a little too far last night—
But damn, that Kansas summer felt just right

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[Verse 1] Friday night hit hard, Kansas summer heat, Bare feet on the dock and sand underneath. Cooler full of cold ones, moon climbing high, Bikinis getting smaller underneath that Kansas sky. Revelation 3:16 blasting from the radio, Everybody half singing, half yelling along. Beer caps flying, somebody cannonballs, Ain't nobody answering when tomorrow calls. [Chorus] It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas after dark, Cold beer, wild girls and a bonfire throwing sparks. Dancing on the dock, everybody losing track, Somebody's kissing somebody underneath a cowboy hat. Yeah, we're raising Cain till the daylight comes, Laughing too loud and beating on the drums. When that Kansas moon gets high enough, You know this lake party's about to get rough. [Verse 2] Two wild Latina twins Australian kissing by the boat, Everybody hollering while they're floating in the cove. Somebody lost a shirt, somebody lost a shoe, Nobody knows exactly what the hell they threw. Venison backstrap sizzling on the grill, Cold ones in our hands and the speakers turned up still. A girl jumps off the dock screaming, "Come on!" And half the crowd follows before the song is gone. [Verse 3] Topless silhouettes dancing behind the firelight, Laughing like the whole damn lake belongs to us tonight. Somebody's skinny-dipping underneath the stars, Somebody's making out against the side of a car. There's a boot on the roof and a cooler in the sand, A drunk cowboy trying to play guitar with one hand. Paycheck Friday rolling through the speakers loud, Kansas gone wild and we're losing the crowd. [Bridge] Then she takes my hand with that look in her eyes, Says, "Let's disappear where the moonlight hides." We slip through the trees while the bonfire burns, Leaving all that crazy behind as the night takes its turn. A little hush-hush romance, just me and her, While the party keeps raging somewhere beyond the dirt. [Final Chorus] It's a cooler full of good times, Kansas after dark, Cold beer, wild nights and a bonfire throwing sparks. Backstrap on the grill, stars hanging bright, Revelation on the radio all through the night. Tomorrow we'll wake up wondering what we did, Laughing at the stories nobody's gonna admit. Raise one to Kansas, raise one to the sky— A cooler full of good times before the summer passes by. [Outro] Sun comes creeping over that Kansas lake, Empty cans, muddy boots and a hell of a headache. She smiles beside me like nothing went wrong, And somebody's still singing Paycheck's old song. Yeah, we might've gone a little too far last night— But damn, that Kansas summer felt just right

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